Texty:
Rumor Has It Step Up

all that it's worth, For all that it's worth... In your eyes your heels may be high, but your life is low, Step down cause it's unintentional, or step up, step up, Step

the funk, now it all spells, hey Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it 'Cause yo, my

muthufucka Raise up off my nizzgas Get off my nuts Get off me, bitch Ah shit, muthufuckin' hound dogs what? Swingin, from my balls so hard it's like

they gona do it till I die What I do up in the crilla for realla is my right Get the women up and flip it then stick it, it's my night Everybody lookin

crazy as fuck Rumor has it that I'm half past the seventh hour Naw nigga, I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P. Now let me clear this up for you youngun, Bill

to the ends of the Earth I'll be damned if I'll crawl. Like an animal, Living in constant unrest, Watching each step that you take, Hoping it won'

take it because, you know Some fat white kid figured it'd be funny to blackball Well, you know, I wrote a little poem about it and I really hope you like it

a licka say it again kick it and come back for one I'm running I'm running I'm running I'm running It takes some time It's like a dream come true I'm

zigga ay zee It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like Na zound, wa zee, wa zoom zoom zee When I pull up in my whip bitches